Book 3: Chapter 67
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Tiffany
We stunk of Failed Necromancy, death, bleach, and feet…. But at least we were teleported to our room.
We stripped!
“That was reckless.” Said Zayde, completely flustered and upset. Our sour clothes plopped on the ground before he snapped his fingers, and Immediately caught them aflame.
The whole tower smelled of burning bleach and slime….Tinzaa opened the window, offended by the stench…
That a demon’s offended says something.
“I’ll be more careful… I lost my temper.” I mumbled, looking at the smoldering ash.
“I know your temper has more control.” He said with crossed arms. “What you did back there was So reckless.” Said Zayde when we got back. The moment we were safe, he chastised me, as is his right… I just didn’t say anything in defense yet…
I *knew* this was going to make a damn fight.
We both grimaced from the stench of burning clothes too, but Zayde’s fire was hot. I felt contaminated from that gross place… ugh. Slime is my personal pet peeve… anything but that… In the bathroom, I got magic soap, and towels… I felt like the stench of that place was partly magic… Either way, I wanted to Scrub that facility off of me….
I wanted to forget how awful it was… Aptherraam sensed that, helping clean with the Cornwalls… They came while we were gone. Typhen’s orders.
… That slime *was* flammable… and That *was* reckless… if Eskaal wasn’t there I’d be dead…
“If I didn’t, all the little fuzzy bombs would have killed us.” I said turning on the water in the bathroom….It was ice cold. With so many of us here, and so many using the water tank before it was fully charged is going to suck. I didn’t want a fight about this, but I knew we were going to. It *was* reckless, but I lost my composure… But who wouldn’t….?!
Who could look in the eyes of all those little lives, and know they’re ruined because of My people?!
We stepped in together, but he didn’t say anything until after he was sure that I was alright. I wasn’t hurt… it was Eskaal…
“I know you felt bad for our master’s people… but I can’t.” He hugged me. “I’ve had you for two lifetimes, there won’t be a third my dear… not this soon.”
“You’re being ridiculous. You’re a Yoltier..” The next part’s implied…. But it still hurt to say. He’d be expected to remarry if I’d have died… But I’m his mate now… He *won’t.*
I grabbed the Mane and Two-Tails shampoo, a brand made for shifters, but I can’t lie… it’s really good on demons and beast magic users too.
And Zayde. The stress made him stink…
“You think I’m kidding, don’t you?” He scoffed.
“You’d leave the coven to-”
“Fuck the coven, and fuck grandfather if I can’t have *you*.” He hissed. “Why would I even *want* another wife?! There wasn’t a ship to sail; it already left the harbor a Lifetime Ago!” He said this with a growl… “You Almost Died! Again!”
“But that didn’t happen.”
“But it Could Have. You don’t understand.” His growl was a little louder, but not aggressive. “I Just got you back… It feels like we’ve been married minutes… Don’t lose your breath so swiftly.”
“I’m alright.” I said putting my hands on his wet chest.
“I cannot Live on What-Ifs little mate.” That growl was a boom, an actual one that I could feel.
It held no English translation… It was as possessive as it was concerned… My years of living with wolves pay off in ways I can’t explain.
“The bond binds us completely my love. I know you hurt for my sake.” I said a little sadly…. I did bring him *real* pain. Seeing Eskaal die in my place shook him… because unlike Eskaal, I can’t just get up and walk it off… Even if I get revived, such danger isn’t meant for us.
He laid claim to me loud enough that all the beast magic users knew their leaders were home… and not happy… “I trained this body because I knew you’d be flesh. I secured connections with unsavory lots all over this world to obtain treasures of my own since I was no longer Stanley…. I thought you knew you meant more than that.”
He wouldn’t even look at me, and I put my hand on his cheek.
“I know I mean a lot to you. Do you think I’ll throw my life away?” I asked and he growled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“No…you misread me. You don’t understand.” He sighed with a fully demonic growl. “Mean a lot? Bah. Mortal words are too simple.”
He took a clawed hand and pressed me softly to his stone hard muscles. “Ezt mek Rrai-ahK’Ka-hee.” It echoed off the stone. He let it rumble to sink in.
‘You are my Mate.’
….No mortal, human language has that word… In demonic it’s almost sung…Veneration to the Pale Lady is woven into the word…There is no way to say it, without ‘thank you’… Mates are gifts that not many receive… and even fewer still keep.
His eyes became solid black. That I’d not seen before…. “I saw you nearly die after things *just* started to feel a little alright after the Last Time.” He said looking me in the eyes. They were intensely red, and serpentine. “There are no others before or after *you*. There is *only* You…. Even if I didn’t get you as a mate my love… there would be no other. There’s no room for more…I … Tiffany please... no more surprises…”
He kissed me.
“I won’t be reckless.” I said putting both of my hands on his cheeks, and every breath held a growl… his heart beat like a drum. I didn’t realize how much my recklessness affected him…
He pinned my small frame against the wall, and picked me up. He hugged me a long time. “I can’t lose you. I could lose everything and everyone else… I can manage, but you…. You’re literally why I’m here.”
“Master, your office phone rings.” Said Mrs. Cornwall, knocking on the bathroom.
“I assume it’s the Church then.” Said Zayde. “We will come back to this position later.” He growled in my ear.
“If you keep that up, it won’t be later.” I said jokingly…. Unfortunately our talk will have to wait…
He wrapped a towel around himself and I slipped on a shift dress. I may not be able to, but gods the wolves make a comfortable set of casual wear. It was just a black pullover dress that went to my ankles, something to throw on in times like this.
Zayde was handed the cordless phone by Mr. Cornwaal. He looked concerned, but who wouldn’t… The Church is the Night Courts greatest threat…
“This is Zayde Yoltier, The Bahimoth master.” He said holding a growl, I could see it.
“Ah. Lord Yellow I presume?”
“Aye.”
“This is Cardinal Titus Angelous Reven XII, son of Blaven, the Beheader. I call on behalf of the Holy Seat of the Sun, as your coven sparks attention Beyond what is agreed on.”
“The mass expulsion of dark magic was-Wholey us, purging the land of… an anomaly we yet did not know of either.” Said Zayde. He left out the Realm King…. I don’t know why.
Speaking him or Eskaal up puts this in Their claws… more details will be wanted, more questions asked… and the master’s Already pissed off. All four.
“It matters not. We have concluded with the others, that if Yellow is to exist, a third party must inspect such a place.”
“That won’t be needed.” Said Zayde. “If I am to come to the Holy Temple of the Light-”
“Angels hold ownership and residence of the Temple. The moment an unclean walks through the doors, they are quite literally purified.” He warned. “A Representative Will come to document the situation for the XIII, or they will come on their own accord.”
That wasn’t a lie… it’s why angels nor demons typically own the places they dwell… It consecrates or desecrates the land…. And the XIII here will only cause a riot.
“Then have him come. We will welcome them as any guest, provided they behave like one.”
“They will be there in three days.” Said the cardinal.
“Good. That’s Plenty of time to organize a small banquet. As you know, the Horned One takes hospitality Very seriously.” Said Zayde stiffly, hanging up. “My love, I *really* need you to be behind me on this one.”
“I won’t do anything rash, dangerous, foolhardy, nor courageous.” I said holding both his hands.
“I need your blood word. After the facility… my blood cannot calm without it.”
“Then you have it. You have my blood word that should the representative be hostile… I’ll run. I’ll make sure all our people get to safety.” I said honestly.
He pulled me into his lap, and kissed me. “I will keep you safe… for that you have my blood word. ‘Til my dying breath… ‘til my final heartbeat… and ‘ever after.” He rested his chin atop my head, and held my hand with his. “Mr. Cornwall, make preparations for our guest.”
“Aye sir.” He bowed.
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